Undr is exhausted. He won't admit it, but I think the last few months have finally worn him down. He took the kids to school this morning, came home, and fell asleep on the sofa while waiting for me to be ready to leave for PT (he needed sleep more than I needed to have a 24 year old try to pull my ankle behind my head, so I canceled and let him sleep.) He woke up in time for lunch and dragged his way through the rest of the day, even letting two students teach his class tonight while he "supervised" (which mostly consisted of him standing at one end of the room, pretending like he gave a damn while they practiced forms.) He drove home with the a/c blasting high, hoping it would help him stay awake and had the kids talking to him so he would be paying attention to something besides the sound of the tires on the road, cooked dinner for everyone, and we waited for him to fall asleep with his face in his plate. In order to get him to go to bed early I had to convince him I was tired, and god forbid I should wander up the stairs by myself yet ;)

So now he's zonked several hours earlier than normal, and I turned the alarm off so he can sleep in. Alex will wake me in the morning and my dad will come get the kids to take them to school. I know Ian will be annoyed as hell, but he'll get over it.

We close on the house next week and he's arranged to have it painted inside, once that's done we can move. And I'm hoping that once we're out of here, closer to school and the dojang and my dad, that he'll relax some and not try to do everything himself. I keep thinking, he had a heart attack before when stress was pounding on him, this hasn't been as bad as that, but it's close, and I really don't want him to go through that again.

A few more weeks and things should be closer to normal. Tomorrow, though, he's going to be pretty pissed off if he wakes up late and the kids are already gone.

Tough ;)